Writing Prompt

I look through the mirror once again, not liking what I am seeing of my reflection.

Everyday, that mirror haunts me and traps in my every little insecurity while I sit there at the mirror looking at myself for hours.

Truth be told, I never liked myself in the first place.

When I look in the mirror I just constantly compare myself to the other girls around me that look so effortlessly beautiful al...

See, the thing about weekends is you fool yourself

into a false sense of numbness,

and can imagine that you feel nothing

and never will, because you sleep without a blanket

or a pillow and wake up on the wrong side of midday.

And last night, in a frenzy, you spun your mirror

to face the wall, so hard that the frame cracked

but the glass didn't. At least,

your curtains are closed (a recent parano...

Gazing into the still calm water of the sea, I don’t recognize the person staring back. Too much pain and heartache have occurred in recent years that have brought wrinkles and grey hair to the once beautiful smoothe faced brunette. More so I don’t recognize the hard heart and crushed soul. In days past she would have been full of love and life freely giving her excess to all around. That isn’t so...

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Sitting in the silence

Darkness all around

Thoughts racing fast

Thinking of the day

Every little detail

What did I do wrong

Way to many things

The list keeps going on

Faster and faster

Each one is a cut

Both with the blade

And in my mind

Mark after mark

The blood begins to pour

Useless, I’m useless

A waste of space

When the reflection’s done

My arm is red

I bandage it quickly

Till tomo...

I feel the vulnerability seeping through my pores. I feel so sensitive; I am speaking to this person with such intensity, such honesty. I am feeling incredibly embarrassed and ashamed, ashamed that although I am wearing my heart on my sleeve, it’s not good enough for someone who just doesn’t love me. I feel very lonely with my unrequited love. Exposed and unloved....

(Context: I wrote this about my internal battle with my sexuality. It’s about how I felt on my journey to accepting my self, I’m not sure if it exactly fits the prompt, but it is a self reflection of sorts.)

Blackness fills everything around me. Empty darkness is all I see. I touch the walls around me to make sure I don’t run into anything. I feel a cold hand touch my hand. I shrink back.

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I miss

I miss when mirrors were used only to brush my teeth

And weren’t also used as a confidence thief

I miss when i could cry over a scratched knee

And not cry over criticising society

I miss when i could go to school and joke about

And not always be mentally burnt out

I miss when i didn’t care what people think

And now i constantly bethink

I miss when i would draw

And now that passion f...

I often think why I open my mind up to people, why I let myself feel I have someone to untwine my problems for me.

Why am I so desperate?

Why am I so desperate to show the person I keep bundled up in my heart with love and warmth. The little girl who loves to do what she loves, runs barefoot in the garden, cares for bumblebees when they’re hurt, who loves the smell of strawberry shampoo, who pla...

(I know this doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I didn't want to pay for free write lmao. this is an abecedarian about self-harm. warning for triggering topics)

Anguish burns through me like a lit candle, as pain relentlessly flows through my veins the surrounding flesh seems to almost melt away into nothingness

Burning does not last forever though, the wick ends and the candle ceases to burn.

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Every mirror has a reflection looking back.

The reflections hold truths in who we are.

Although we still look in every reflection for an answer of who we are, as if we don’t know it already.

We all want answers, so why can’t we just look into the reflection looking back...